No. 13 looked at the face across from him and nodded. "No. 2, leave me alone in the car."
Knowing that No. 13 needed absolute quiet to activate his ability, No. 2 stopped bothering him. He opened the car door, got out, and walked alone to a nearby streetlamp.
The dim yellow light stretched No. 2's shadow long across the ground, giving him an air of loneliness.
After No. 2 left, No. 13 took a deep breath. He was ready to begin.
He reached into his pocket and took out a deck of cards.
His expression turned solemn. He clasped his hands together, pressed them against the cards for several seconds, then scattered them across the seat beside him. He hadn't used much force, yet not a single card fell to the floor.
The next moment, a gust of wind swept through the sealed car, and a white glove appeared out of thin air on No. 13's left hand.
The glove seemed to possess some indescribable magic. The cards on the seat began moving as if manipulated from a distance, shifting in a bizarre manner.
One by one, the cards trembled and flipped faceup. At last, only one remained facedown.
The faceup cards formed a neat arrangement around the last card.
If anyone nearby had been watching closely, they would have noticed that among the faceup cards were 52 regular cards and 2 jokers.
54 cards in all.
Which meant the facedown card on the seat was an extra card, one that didn't belong to the deck.
Ever since the card had appeared, No. 13's pupils had gradually dilated. His whole body took on an extremely unsettling posture, as if he were on the verge of death.
At the same time, a figure appeared reflected in No. 13's eyes.
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